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I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I will disappear every time you say my name.
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?